Broken Souls

Summary:
Chapter 8: "They should make cheese flavored blood,” Emmett commented randomly. This is the sequel to Broken Love!!! There's something stranged happening to Nadalie. It's something both Alice and Emily saw coming but hoped it would never come true. Now everybody's in danger from Nadalie, not just the vampires.

Notes:
So here it is, the sequel! As you all probably know I do not own most of the character, the places, etc.. It all belongs to Stephenie Meyers! I do however own Nadalie, Emily Adeline (soon to be Emily Clearwater), and a few of the werewolf's imprints.

2. Chapter 2: Heartbreaking News

It had been seven months since my wedding. Seth and I lived in a five bed roomed house that sat right on the border line between vampire and werewolf territory so that both of my families could visit. The pack had all pitched in to help build it. The extra large kitchen held an enormous table that quite often was filled by the entire pack.

The Uley’s needed their rest. Two weeks ago Emily Uley had given birth to twin girls. Their names were Tally and Abby. Pack member dropped in to congratulate them and see the babies. They no longer ate dinner there every night and knock on the door when they needed a place to stay though. Instead they came to our house.

Right now, as Seth, Quil, Jacob, and I played Guitar Hero in the living room Jared was sleeping in an upstairs room. He’d gotten into a fight with his parents and finally packed his bags and left. I opened the door when he came to us at 3:00 a.m.

There was something else that had changed since our wedding. I was six months pregnant. Neither Seth, any of the werewolves, or I could believe it. My belly grew and I began craving human food. Somehow I could eat it and chocolate cake sure tasted good!!! I occasionally felt a little kick and when I listened very hard and held very still I could the baby’s tiny heartbeat with my super hearing.

Seth, terrified for my health, had called Carlisle. You couldn’t go to any doctor when you had no heartbeat or blood in your body and venom coated teeth. Carlisle was just as baffled as us. He had never heard of this happening. In fact, he thought that is was completely impossible. Wasn’t I pretty much dead? He worried that both the baby and I would be hurt. Yet here I was, totally smoking all of the guys at Guitar Hero on my first time ever playing and still able to run at top vampire speed.

I was playing Jacob when the doorbell rang. Seth leapt over the couch to get it as Quil cheered me on, much to Jacob’s annoyance. To nobody’s surprise it was raining again. Someone was standing out there, sopping wet. I could tell something was wrong before Seth opened the door. It was his mother and there were tears streaming down her face and mixing with the rain.

When she stepped in the tragic look on her face became even more obvious. She sat on the couch while I turned off the TV. Her head fell into her hands in a depressing sort of way. I soft shuddering sob escaped her body.

“I’m so sorry Jacob,” she whispered, “but Billy had a heart attack just like my husband. He didn’t survive. Billy’s dead.”

A numb, surprised, and horrified silence filled the room. My head spun. I was tempted to read Jacob’s mind but was afraid of what I would find. I could feel the waves of pain rolling off of everybody and crashing into me. It hurt but I took the pain silently. I’ve had worse. Seth wrapped his arms too tightly around my shoulders. Sadness flashed in his eyes.

Jacob didn’t move. He looked lost and helpless. The usual playfulness was gone. Not even the distant look that seemed to say he’d seen as much of the world as an old man was there. Tears welled up in his eyes but the rest of him didn’t even twitch. The hopeless look on his face made me want to gather him in my arms and rock him like he was only a child.

Jacob was older then Seth by two years. He was twenty years old and yet sometimes he seemed much older and other times much younger. I liked Jacob. He was pretty much my brother in the same way Emmett, Edward, Jasper, and all of the other werewolves were.

She stood up and tried to brush away her tears. After enveloping each of us in a shaky yet warm and motherly hug she left. The hug reminded me of Esme and I shuddered, pushing the pain away. We were all silent as we listened to the soft rumble of her truck’s engine and the crunch of gravel as she pulled out.

I stood up and put a hand on Jacob’s shoulder. He was trembling like he was either freezing cold or so mad he was about to explode into a werewolf. I knew from experience and the dead look in his eyes what it really was. It was grief. It was despair and mourning for a lost loved one. Jacob Black hurt and unlike every other werewolf he didn’t have an imprint to comfort him. He had a sister though. I sat next to him and wrapped my arms around him.

“You can stay here,” I said, “if you think it will be to much to go back.”

He nodded gratefully. “Thank you Emy.”

“It’s no problem,” I said. “Now go upstairs and get some sleep.”

He nodded as I let go and obediently stumbled to his feet and towards the carpeted stairs.

“I wouldn’t mind being able to sleep too right now.” I muttered, closing my eyes and leaning back.

I felt so bad for Jacob, Seth, Seth’s mom, and the pack. For all of the people who had known Billy. What a night. Quil left with soft goodbyes and quick hugs. Even he could taste the pain in the air.

When everyone was gone Seth and I went to our room. Even if I couldn’t sleep I pretended to. It felt good to cuddle up to Seth’s warm body. When I pressed my cool cheek to his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat every thump calmed me. I closed my eyes as Seth drifted to sleep and pretended that I could dream.